Sunday, April 15, 2007

4RussianSeasons

spring frost almost
transparent,
It is the easiest blue I've ever known,
smoke leaves
its lazy tracing air to the
loam-
Drowsiness is the
upper jaw of heaven, still
dark at dawn.

seasons neologism,
Winds open
on all sides,
Not a drop is not disturbed,
the winter has stolen spring
corrects it

Then, it is summer,
dark and masculine
he
forces a bark: a slow howl emerges,
the dark
mouth bends light
heaviest green
no escape
for the Pleiades

as these
days drool down
neither sadness or resentment,
honey and salmon,
as a guest
in the eyes of a rabbit
where faith quarrels alone

October sniper
winds
pose along
roads, and wail
The poor alms of
twilight means-
Friends, age
in this term graciously.

Autumn wood almost golden,
its shine is
not sunlight,
snow-blunt and transparent, blue so
Tranquil, dry and devolved
that the contest ends
in the beloveds
bed.

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